there was once a beautiful flower sitting in the meadow
while I got out of my bed to my window
the field was very beautiful and grassy
the beautiful flower was feeling sassy
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whatever may be the colour of the flower and whatever the nature of the flower they have their own life with and without us. we are the ones investingthem with all sorts of qualities - and that's what you've done so nicely here, marcella.
wow! i guess it is a story, u also rhymd it. amazin, , , , , , , marcella!